You make beautiful things out of dust



Things of death and despise

hopeless things

dead things

with no life left


show closing everything in silence

skeletons on the surface

but underneath


Wonders are being performed

and then all at once

Spring bursts forth, color alit

all where it seemed hopeless

“Except a corn of wheat fall

into the ground and die,

it abideth alone.

But if it die,

it bringeth forth much fruit”

I asked God to water it,

there in its darkness

and transform the dead into fruit

water me LORD.

He has brought me this far, and already my joy is unspeakable

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